Letra da Música Indirigible de John Scott Cree

The world and his wife are here seemingly
All I hear is something she said to me
Feel like a lost minstrel with a lay
Can you tell me find a lay these days?

I asked my friend for a game of darts, he said
"OK, nearest to the bull starts"
I said "Baa" he said "Moo" ----
Someone's losing out here and I know who

Can't believe I hurt her or did her wrong
But I wasn't made to be on my own
I'll go out and mix possibility's vast
A singles club or perhaps an evening class

I said "Yoga?" She asked
"How flexible are you?"
I said not Tuesdays, she said
"We'll see what we can do"
Am I indirigible for lacking direction
Too much information, too many questions

She offered me a coffee, my heart beat overtime
I started to panic and politely declined
She asked "Don't you want to meet someone like me?"
I said "Yes, but I don't like coffee"